Born to be a Dragon (An Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim fanfic)

"I want you to go to Skyrim, boy.... I want you to see it with your own eyes.... I want you to live there. And when you do... build a life worth keeping. It is your home, just as Cyrodiil was..."

"Listen well, son. This world rewards those who see its truths, not just those who seek glory. So I want you to raise your head with reason, keep your wits about you, and be aware of your surroundings. That way, the wolves will pass you by."

These words still etch themselves deep in the mind of Drage Født. He wasn't like the other kids, often writing and sketching in the journal gifted by his Imperial father, some pages dedicated to the stories his Nord mother would tell him. About Ysgramor, about Shor, and about the Dragonborn.

Now; in 4E 201, the quiet 21 year old Nord decides to honour his mother's last wish, and find a home in Skyrim.... Problem is, the land is much more unforgivable than expected, as if the cold or wildlife couldn't kill you, being in the crossfire of the Civil War will. Not only that, but there are looming threats to Tamriel at large; from a vampire threat, the return of a ghost from the past, and the literal end of reality.

But we all know that Drage Født isn't a regular Nord.